Vegeta couldn't help but feel powerless, and yet Viral was so determined to make him see it otherwise. While any other time he may be gushing with pride at the off-chance praise he was receiving, if it indeed could be called that, for now he hardly felt the cloud overhead shifting an inch. So perhaps he had postponed the Beastman's demise, fine, but he hadn't improved anything. Viral was still sick, he was changing uncontrollably and once more stuck in an unwanted form. Yeah, his cures had done a lot of good. He may not be able to accept praise of his own, but Vegeta was more than prepared to hand it out to Viral. After all, the Beastman had done what their entire group had failed at, albeit with some assistance from T'charrl. Regardless, having slayed that monster was no small task to accomplish. "You did protect, and you protected us well. So... Thank you, Viral. I honestly thought we might be done for," Vegeta remarked, smiling somberly as he shook his head, "For once I am glad to have been wrong. I suppose now with that creature dead we can focus on the Dragonballs." That was the hope anyways, yet upon noticing approaching powers he again felt a bit of unease. In the state everyone was in a fight now would be very dangerous, and he near demanded they make a hasty retreat until he saw who was approaching. To his elation it was Namekians, the very people they had been searching for prior to this whole mess. With luck they were the peaceful sort and not the kind to exact revenge over defacing part of their planet.

"What do you mean what you are? You're our friend, it doesn't matter what you look like," Yumi retorted, smiling as she followed her friend closely, "Don't think we're going to start fearing you or shunning you for that, no one thinks any less of you. Heck, if anything we're all indebted because you saved our lives, you're a hero!" She'd missed exactly what had gone on in those final moments, but judging by the nasty liquid covering T'charrl she could make a guess. Doing something like that was insanity, yet it had panned out and perhaps ultimately won the fight for them. All the more reason to be at his side and help, she figured, it just wouldn't be right to leave him on his own after all he'd been through. Approaching the water together Yumi watched as he went in, relieved to see the nasty goo was beginning to peel off and float away. Keeping nearer to the shore as not to get it on herself too she perked up as the strangers approached, watching warily at first then smiling seeing them as Namekians. Wonderful, they had found the people they were seeking, or to be correct they had been found. Either way they had what they needed, now hopefully these people would be kind enough to help them out.

Those monsters that had been terrorizing their villages, were they truly gone now? The Namekian was almost too afraid to be so hopeful, yet the proof of it all was right before him. The ruined landscape, the injured fighters, the only explanation he could come up with was they had fought and successfully beaten the beasts. But why? They had no reason to do such a thing, they had no personal gain in slaying them and protecting Namek. Moreover why were they even here? Perhaps it had been for a reason, and the more he considered it the more cynical the Namekian became, worrying that while a favor had been done there would no doubt be a payment demanded in turn. Looking to the young Saiyan for an explanation he frowned listening to Shu talk, finding it a bit difficult to follow. Clearly this boy wasn't the leader, in fact he barely seemed old enough to be out here. "So you killed the creatures... Very well then, and what's this about the ship...?" he asked, looking around the area confused. In the aftermath of Viral's attack he had nigh obliterated the remains of Kiton's vessel, leaving only a few scraps scattered here and there but not much else. "Are you in charge here child? I must speak with whoever leads you."